I really liked the bulky pillars on this outer-ring cottage.
The view from the larry, looking out at the overgrowing coke oven top. Papers listed the order of the charges for each oven, noting the sticky doors and persistent leaks. Emergency respirators and rescue gear was stored close, as long exposure to emissions from the rusty hatches could make worker pass out on the top of the ovens.
Early bird catches the shadow of Battle Mountain blaring across the ghost town.
Note the rails in the floor that guided cars to the coating line, the side of which is lined with the windows in the center of the image.
The bottom of the elevator in the new foundry.
She liked to joke that she was my “tripod sherpa”.
Chicago-made fire door.
A matrix panorama of the brewhouse staircase, post-scrapping. So pretty…
A vintage X-Ray machine in the oldest section of the hospital.